Bad Omens, Good Stripes II

Shuule suddenly put her hands over her mouth, letting out a small shriek. "So all this meat WAS beastmen wasn't it!"

Set groaned, closing his eyes and putting a muddy hand to his temple. Shit. He would prefer a less intelligent female at his side at this moment. It was taboo to females to eat their own kind - which in secret was not that big a deal to the predator males in famine especially. But, he hadn't actively sought out other males. Opportunistic hunting was something he hoped she would understand. And it was much more of a problem than she realized.

"Shuule, it's not like that -"

"What could it POSSIBLY be like?! You said you were different!"

Now her eyes were hot with tears, even though she was leaning over the bank and scooping up red clay mud with her clawed hands, picking out debris. She was furious. But she needed to poultice the gaping wounds on his back. Beastmen healed incredibly fast - These wounds weren't life threatening, as long as she could keep them away from the